"I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love's not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I'll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time..." --Sylvia Plath
Some days are like gynecological appointments: dreaded but necessary. Some days are stepping out of a bathtub: relaxed, refreshed. And some are secrets to a best friend: cherished despite the faults. And then some days, like today, are like the moment Sleeping Beauty awakes: foggy uncertainty followed by happily ever after.
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